Don't mind the lyrics

He found her bruised, collapsing on her breath,

The streets still echoed of fear and death.

He wiped her blood—a love in vain,

She locked her eyes again and again.

As silence passed between their lips,

His hand brushed hers in fleeting slips.

No vows were made, no prayers were said,

Just glances held, then softly erased.

She yelled at soldiers with eyes like fire,

He watched, half-torn by his dumb desire.

They held each other, from heart to skin,

But never even dared to look within.

As dust settled down, she vanished in smoke,

He kept searching until the morning broke.

She left her scarf around his broken arm,

Shielding it from those who caused him harm.

They never kissed, nor called it fate—

Just shared a longing that came too late.

Was she even real, or a part of his imagination?

Could it be destiny—or his mind's creation?